Selene
the Moon, who thins the veil
aetherTo dream beneath the moon is to stand at the threshold of change; the old peoples read their fortunes by her waxing and waning face.
Fragments
Selene drives her silver chariot across the sleeping world, and where her light falls the wall between waking and dream grows thin.
She is fullest when you are most awake to yourself; when she hides her face, the tides of feeling run with no moon to name them.
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